Re: Embarrassing moments.
We shop locally, butcher, baker, fruit & veg. But about once a month we take the car to a major supermarket to stock up on stuff, a big Tesco usually. Ms d00d quite likes it there, knows her way around, but there's a bloke we bump into sometimes a pompous old git, an ex-colleague of mine, rather talkative.
It was about six months ago at the height of corona scare, there was talk of shops maybe having to close. There was panic buying! We were there: couscous, just in case, the pasta shelves were cleared, no wait there's four packs of tagliatelle on top of a pallet of silverspoon, we'll take one of those, nah we'll take all four, just in case.
James old boy! how the devil ... (pompous old git), he was there, we exchanges elbows. Ms d00d had done U turn, I was left to get an earful about the state of the nation ....
"... and what is wrong with these people, toilet paper, why on earth, they say the sport has origins in australia, I heard about it on the bbc now I'm witnessing it with my own eyes, will you just look at that!", he pointed to a trolleyful of andrex at the end of the aisle.
"Madness, and so selfish, there must be plenty to go round, and why toilet paper of all things, if the end is nigh I'll have ... "
"Ahem, James, great to see you, love to family, must dash", and gestured toward Mrs d00d who was waiting at the end of the aisle with her trolley, as I approached I realised she was clearly in possession of a second trolley, it was loaded with andrex! She was waiting for me to push it past shoppers, staring in disbelief at empty shelves, to the end of the queue for the checkout.
James was two queues to my right, I had my back to him now, clearly oblivious to his presence.